WEAVER
OF DREAMS
Liner Notes
by Multiple Grammy® winning jazz critic Bob Blumenthal.
Kris
Adams has something that is the goal of all jazz singers, and will make
her the envy of most. That something is a personal sound, which emerges
in the opening bars of "Watch What Happens" and sustains her musical
vision through the close of "The In Crowd." You will remember
Adams voice once you hear it, recognize it immediately, and savor
what you hear. Her vocal instrument is ideal for the creative terrain she
chooses to inhabit, with a character that is rich but not florid and clear-headed
without being cold. It marries warmth and intelligence in a most distinctive
manner, with the same disdain for both technical display and emotional qualification
that is at the core of her conception. The words Adams sings retain the
weight of their narrative meaning, and inspire a play of shadings and shadows
that amplify a lyrics content.
The Adams sound
is a potent tool at the service of her elevated musicianship. With such
basics as time and intonation covered (hardly a given among vocalists, we
must note), she is free to apply a truly adventurous imagination and fully
inhabit her material. Again there is a reassuring balance of respect for
the composed song and willingness to reshape it in the manner of an instrumental
improviser, which results in the quiet daring of her interpretations. The
harmonic notions she investigates are daring, yet delivered with sure-footed
certainty, charging hip blowing tunes and more intimate stores alike with
a jolt of contemporary relevance. 
If all of this
were not enough evidence that Adams is one jazz singer who can wear the
often-debatable mantle without argument, her song choices reinforce the
point. Not one to waste a superior vocal instrument on inferior material,
she has chosen a program that balances unexhausted standards from the Tin
Pan Alley side of the street with melodic gems from the jazz wing of Americas
songbook. Seeing the names Phil Markowitz, Max Roach, Jimmy Rowles and Steve
Swallow alongside Legrand and Warren and Rodgers and the others in the composer
credits confirms that Adams has both ears and taste to match her sound.
And while her homage to Chet Bakers memorable 1958 recording of "It
Could Happen to You" displays Adams gift of feeling her material
like a soloist most overtly, the tack she chose in crafting original lyrics
for "Sno' Peas" before learning that Markowitz was himself an
avid organic gardener attests to an even more intuitive sense of melodic
meaning that verges on the clairvoyant.
The program
also tells us where Adams is coming from as a jazz singer which happens
to be a sensibility that is actively redefining both the repertoire and
the pantheon of inspirational elders. Note in this regard that Roachs
"Living Room" has lyrics by Abbey Lincoln, one of the definitive
voices for nearly a half-century who has only begun to receive her due (thanks
in part to the dissemination of her work by younger vocalists) in the past
decade; and that both the haunting standard-in-the-making "The Peacocks"
and the knowing social commentary of "Ladies in Mercedes" represent
the verbal acumen of another great veteran jazz singer, Britains Norma
Winstone. A less obvious yet equally telling presence is Sheila Jordan,
whose version of "Falling in Love with Love" on her classic Portrait
of Sheila remains definitive, and whose sensibility suffuses Adams
ad-lib on automotive downsizing at the close of "Mercedes."
Speaking of vehicles, Adams has an ensemble to ride in these performances
that is definitely luxury-class. While each member of the band deserves
a nod, special kudos should go to pianists Prosser (whose playing and arranging
make him sound like the soulmate he is) and Ray, and to Marvuglio, whose
flute creates an especially memorable blend with the Adams sound. As the
supporting group ranges from trio to sextet, and as the grooves shift from
wistful to mysterious to witty to the liberating groove of "The In
Crowd" (an even more jazz-friendly version than Ramsey Lewis
old hit record), the sense of fit between voice and band never wavers. Which
is only what a dream weaver with the gifts of Kris Adams deserves.
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